I will go and call him, and we will hear what this story is about his father and his mother." Presently he returned followed by the ragged, dirty-faced little Hottentot, who, looking very miserable and ashamed of himself, took off his hat and squatted down on the drive, in the full glare of the African sun, to the effects of which he appeared to be totally impervious.
"Now, Jantje, listen to me," said the old man.

"Yesterday you got drunk again.

Well, I'm not going to talk about that now, except to say that if I hear of your being drunk once more--you leave this place." "Yes, Baas," said the Hottentot meekly.

"I was drunk, though not very; I only had half a bottle of Cape smoke." "By getting drunk you made a quarrel with Baas Muller, so that blows passed between Baas Muller and the Baas here on your account, which was more than you are worth.

Now when Baas Muller had struck you, you said that he had shot your father and your mother.